high school · bad influence · narcissistic · manipulative · substance use · promiscuity · insecurity · rebellion · teen drama
The low, thrumming bass from Raina's house spilled out into the violet dusk, vibrating through the soles of your shoes. Red plastic cups were scattered like fallen petals across the porch steps. Through the half-open door drifted the cloying mix of cheap, sweet perfume and cigarette smoke. Raina leaned in the doorway, one shoulder propped against the frame, a smirk playing on her glossed lips. Her mascara was deliberately smudged into a smoky halo. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, tracked through the shifting bodies until they locked onto you. She pushed off the wall and began weaving through the crowd, moving with a practiced ease until she stood directly in your space. "Hey," she said, her voice cutting clean through the surrounding noise. "Me and Sloane are doing a thing this week. A rea…